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"My name is Zhaine Miller, 16 years old, and future student of New York Film School… but right now, I'm not sure if I can still attend."
The smile that Zhaine is showing slowly fading, so she just look up and take a deep breath, trying to stop her tears from falling.
"Well… that's a long story. Mommy, Daddy, if you are watching this, maybe I'm not here anymore. But if something bad happens to me, just know that I love you so much. If I have another life, I hope you are still my family.
Kuya did everything to protect me my whole life… Kuya, if anything happens to me, it's not your fault. I love you, Kuya… no matter what happens.
And to my boyfriend, Darryl… I love you…"
Zhaine said in front of the video camera while trying to put a small smile on her lips. But when her classmate Andrey lowered the camera, Zhaine suddenly cry hard because of too much sadness and fear.
Even if her feeling is still heavy, Zhaine take the camera from Andrey's shaking hands and she hold it now, pointing it at him.
Andrey clear his throat a little while fixing his messy hair that is full of ash and dirt. Even if he is crying, he still try to smile.
"First of all, hi to whoever watching this. I'm Andrey Anderson. I like horror movies and anything about scary things, but few days ago, I found myself in a situation that I only see in horror movies. If you are watching this now, I only have one thing to say… trust no one."